[Verse 1]

I got a friend who says the end is near

There ain’t no time to hold back

And he’s feeling good today, he might smoke the whole pack

8:15 and we’re waiting for the bus

Then Jake tells me he ain’t waiting for nothing

Missed too much

All the running and franticness for who for what?

He said "I don’t get them folks, they just fit like spokes, I just drift like smoke

So to the breeze I go, flow like them concrete roads, roll, I just do my thing"

I cleared my throat and said

"Okay but know what you throw

Everything boomerangs"

He said: "save the ten cent zen-isms for the

Dopes in the circus tent

Time is the only thing permanent and its looking late my friend"

So here we are surviving in the city’s vacant ends

Where the wild things are and the pavement ends

We say come what may one hundred percent

[Hook]

Here we are looking lost today

Trying to find our way

Let me tell you about the joy and the hurt

And the feeling of being washed away

You could swear the whole world’s a stage

Another day in the masquerade

You can see both sides of their face

A day short and a dollar late

Here we are looking lost today

Trying to find our way

Let me tell you about the joy and the hurt

And the feeling of being washed away

The way the ache permeates

Its sink or syncopate

I walk with you, you walk with me

You won’t find what you want but you’ll find what you need

[Verse 2]

Hard land, heartland, speeding the plow

Grinding all day cops beating him down

Big dreams someday he’s going to

Reach new ground

But he’s smoking all day to even him out

We greet with a pound he’s like what up ock

Ten to ten I’m up and down this block

I said why you let them rocks weigh down your socks

Then he looked at me and stopped

He said look at the ants doing the downtown dance

I vowed to God I’d never bow like that

This is what was left for me

Call it entropy, glamorized relentlessly

This is what the white kids love to buy

But they turn a blind eye to the ugly side

No help I’ve mouths to feed

But you know, die on your feet on

Live on your knees

It’s like a jungle sometimes, see how the

Jackals can hide?

They even shackled our minds

We grab the saddles and ride

One stitch at a time, make a wing from a nickel and dime

Side by side until we finally arrive

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

10 PM, whistle blowing, the day is growing dark

I met the homegirl SKS o the bridge at Loring Park

We stayed up late drinking, smoking

Talking backwards

Laughing under a moon of alabaster

Looking at downtown smiling

That bright battleship on the horizon

We talked about dying, legacy, infamy

Abandoned industry

Feeling strangled, peoples angles

We spoke on angels, heaven and hell

While the church across the park rang

Its twelve o’clock bells

And she sighed to herself, another day in the veldt

Pulled the dagger from her hip and turned it in

Scratched another notch in the cracked

Leather on her belt

She took a pull of whiskey and said I’ll play

The hand I’m dealt

And I’m going to get there you know

Even if I have to put the feathers on myself

Side by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that line

We go side by side one stitch at a time until we

Find it, over that line

Here we are looking lost today, trying to

Find our way

Let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and

The feeling of being washed away

Washed away, washed away, washed away but we’re on our way